Date: Thu, 14 Apr 2016 08:36:25 +0100
From: Adam Stewart
Subject: Black and Gay
Black and Gay
By Adam Stewart
1.
My name is Sam and my parents emigrated from Ghana to England in their
early twenties. I have a twin brother called Michael and we're twenty-four
years old. He's now married to Kirsty but I'm gay and to date don't have a
regular boyfriend.
I knew I was different from a young age. When Michael and I were seven, he
played with a girl a few doors away from where we lived in Southwark, south
London, but I was only interested in her brother. Girls have never
interested me and when we were in our early teens he asked me one day "Are
you queer, man?" By that time, I knew I was gay so I replied "Yeah; do you
have a problem with that?" He replied "Of course not man; you're my
brother." We did however agree to keep it from my parents because although
we knew they loved us very much and we loved them, neither of us were sure
how they'd react knowing they had a gay son. In the black community, being
gay is not considered cool and can cause a lot of agro so the least said,
the better.
Since my brother and I shared a bedroom in the small house my parents lived
in, we frequently saw each other naked and discussed sexual matters. When
we were both going through puberty, we would even show each other our
morning erections. Michael told me about his first sexual experience with a
girl when he was eighteen and I told him about mine with a guy. By this age
we were both big lads, in more ways than one!
When I was at school, I was very keen on sports, especially
swimming. Neither of us were that academic and both left school with few
qualifications. At age nineteen, Michael met Kirsty and I could tell they
were madly in love with each other. At age twenty he married her so I was
left alone and missed him terribly.
My swimming was my life so I swam almost every day. When I left school I
had to get a job but I was more interested in swimming. By this time, I'd
joined a local swimming club and used their twenty-five metre pool whenever
I could. Even at school I was the best swimmer and generally won all the
prizes for swimming. A swimming coach at the club took particular interest
in me and frequently encouraged me. I think Keith was gay but nothing was
said and I suspect he recognised me to be the same. One advantage of
swimming is that you're constantly with other young guys in their swimming
trunks and, of course, when I showered I'd frequently have gorgeous naked
guys to admire. Despite the number of gorgeous males around, I kept my
sexuality to myself, especially when in the bar with other black guys. On
reaching twenty, I visited the gay bars in Soho having decided they were
far enough away from the guys I met in the local bars where I lived.
One day, Keith pulled me to one side after I'd completed a larger than
normal number of lengths in the pool. "You're an excellent swimmer Sam;
have you ever thought about taking swimming up as a career. If so, I'd be
happy to be your personal coach."
For a moment I could hardly speak because the thought of swimming as a
career was something I'd never thought would be in my grasp. I said I'd
love to so he told me to get dressed and meet him in the lobby. As I
showered, I felt my whole body shake with excitement and hardly noticed the
young naked guy beside me.
"Let's go back to my flat, if that's okay with you. We can talk in
confidence there."
I wondered if it was just a ploy to get into my pants but agreed. Keith was
a good looking guy and I later found out that he was thirty-six. My sex
life was non-existent so had he wanted sex with me I'd have been up for
it. However, when we got into his apartment not far from the pool, he got
straight down to business.
"If you really want to make a living from swimming, you will need to make
it to the very top of the sport. In order to do this, you will need to
train and train and train again. The majority of a competitive swimmer's
time is not spent competing; it's spent in the training pool or the gym.
Becoming a competitive swimmer is more of a lifestyle choice than a
career. In order to be successful, you will need to keep your body in peak
condition at all times, and you will constantly have to refine and develop
your technique. You will need to manage your diet, train every single day,
and have serious drive and determination.
The majority of competitive swimmers compete in pool swimming
competitions. However, more and more people are beginning to develop an
interest in open water swimming, the newest Olympic sport. Competitive
swimmers tend to specialise in certain strokes such as freestyle,
breaststroke or butterfly, and distances such as 200 metres or 50
metres. However, most will compete in more than one event at the same
swimming competition.
Competitive swimmers do not earn a salary. They make money through
sponsorship, endorsements and prize money. Some world-record breaking
swimmers earn millions of pounds through endorsements, although this is
very rare. In fact, very few people are able to make a living purely
through swimming so many swimmers have part-time jobs to fund their
training and equipment costs. A more lucrative way to make money through
swimming, is to work as a swimming teacher or instructor at a leisure
centre or sports complex.
As you can imagine, this is not an average nine-to-five job. To become a
world-beating swimmer, who makes money purely from their sport, you will
need to eat, sleep and breathe swimming. You will be required to travel all
over the world for competitions, which may understandably involve working
weekends and national holidays from time to time.
There are no academic requirements for competitive swimmers. To thrive in
this sport, you will simply need natural talent, determination, strength,
technique and discipline. I've already noticed your interest and dedication
to swimming so you're past the first hurdle. As you progress and become
more successful in these events, you will need to enter national swimming
competitions. If you prove to be good, you may even be selected by Team GB
and invited to train for international swimming competitions all over the
world. But, this is incredibly rare and it's important that you keep things
in perspective. Very few people in the world become competitive,
medal-winning swimmers. Also, a career as a competitive swimmer will be
relatively short-lived which is why you need to develop a career related to
the sport once you have finished competing.
Training will be a daily occurrence. With the guidance of your coach, you
will train almost every day of the year, refining your technique, building
your strength, increasing your stamina and working on small parts of a
swimming race, such as tumble turns and diving.
There is no real career progression. Once you have established yourself on
the international swimming scene, it will be up to you to stay there,
winning medals and training like an absolute demon. Once you are past your
peak and take a step back from competing, you may look to focus your
efforts on training other elite athletes. Alternatively, you could set up a
business as a freelance swimming instructor."
When he'd stopped talking I sat there trying to take in what he'd said
although most of it seemed logical and was nothing new. I loved swimming
and was prepared to do all it took to become the best.
"Are you still interested in taking up swimming as a career?"
"Yes; definitely. I love swimming; it's my life and I don't care how much
training I do or the number of hours it takes. It's the money I need to get
there that worries me because my parents don't have much and I only have a
little put by."
"First you need to obtain an STA teaching qualification but there is
funding available for this. These courses take about seventy hours of
training over a period of time. From what I've seen of you so far, you'd
fly through one of these courses in my view and once you've got the
qualification you can register yourself as a swimming teacher or a
coach. As it happens, I'm looking for someone to assist me at the swimming
pool for coaching young people and from what I've seen of your ability, I'd
be more than happy to take you on in that post. I'd be willing to coach you
in return for you working for me so with the funding, I reckon you'd be
able to manage until you gain your full teaching qualification.
So, what do you say?"
"Wow, it sounds perfect; yeah, I'd love to accept your offer."
"I take it you still live at home so before we go any further, do you
envisage any problems with your parents if you decide to take up swimming
for a career?"
I told him they certainly wouldn't mind and would more than likely
encourage me. He then asked about my personal life; did I have a regular
girlfriend or have any thoughts of marriage. I smiled and shook my
head. "Girls don't interest me" I grinned.
He nodded and smiled as his eyes drifted down to my crotch. "I had a
feeling you were gay which is fine by me and it avoids any conflict of
interest. What about a boyfriend?"
"Nope; not met anyone who's interested in me and being black it's not easy
in any event."
"I can imagine; you're an attractive guy but if you embark on this career
I'm afraid the love life would have to take a back seat until you're
further on in the process."
I said I was happy to do that so we got down to the details. An STA
teaching course was shortly about to start in London so he said he'd obtain
the necessary forms for me to apply and those to obtain funding. He seemed
confident that I'd get some which eased my mind. It also meant I'd have to
give up my current job, but I was more than happy to do that since it was
boring and would lead nowhere.
It was arranged that I'd return the next day to fill in the necessary forms
with his help and I'd start working as his assistant once I'd given my
weeks' notice with my current employer.
"Thank you so much" I said as I got up to leave.
He smiled and hugged me saying he was more than happy to help and he was
sure I'd do well if I worked at it. That was the least of my worries since
I loved swimming so was happy to put in whatever hours were necessary.
When I got home I told my parents what Keith had said and that I was to
become his assistant at the pool in return for him coaching me. I also told
them about the STA teaching course and both were very happy for me.
A week later, I'd left my boring job, had filled in the application forms
for the STA teaching course and applied for funding. I was now working as
Keith's assistant at the pool whilst waiting for my applications to be
accepted. Within a few days I heard the results. I'd been accepted on the
teaching course and I'd been accepted for funding. I jumped with joy and
Keith gave me a big hug and a kiss on the forehead. I wondered whether he'd
have been so personal had I been straight but I didn't care. He was a nice
guy and although I didn't think of him in a sexual way, he was certainly
nice looking and I suspected he had a boyfriend.
Within three months I'd completed my training and was a qualified swimming
instructor. My training with Keith was also going well and he'd entered me
into my first competition. He'd told me to have one night a week for
relaxation so each Friday I visited the gay bars in Soho. I met various
guys, some of whom I had sex with back at their place but met nobody
special, which was just as well since my training routine was exhausting.
My first competition arrived and I was nervous but Keith told me I'd be
fine. I was and came out on top. It was a big relief and encouraged me to
continue my rigorous training routine. During training, Keith was
relentless but when we stopped he was a delightful guy. We'd often have the
pool to ourselves and when we'd finished training I'd go to the showers,
strip off my trunks and enjoy the warm water bathing my aching body. He'd
frequently stand and watch me going through things I needed to work on to
improve but I guessed that he enjoyed looking at his naked trainee. It
didn't bother me, in fact I rather liked it.
I enjoyed my work as a swimming instructor which had to be fitted in
between my training. Each Friday evening I'd take a break and visit my
favourite gay bar in Soho. My parents never asked where I was going and I
often wondered if they knew about my sexuality since girls never entered my
life but they also knew I had to concentrate on my swimming.
2.
On one particular Friday night, I was picked up by a guy called Rory. He
was twenty and white but seemed to have no problem with picking up a black
guy. I'd noticed on the gay dating sites that many white guys said `no
blacks or Asians' on their profile. Whilst talking to another gay black guy
he told me there was a lot of racial discrimination within the gay scene
and it shocked me but that was life and I couldn't change the colour of my
skin even if I'd wanted to. Even so, I found it disturbing but as a black
man I had to get used to it. When Rory started chatting me up I was
pleasantly surprised. He was a good looking guy and I fancied him. When he
heard I was a competitive swimmer, he seemed even more interested.
He lived in south London not that far from where I lived, but far enough
away not to be known in my area. I told him that I had to train hard so
couldn't spend a lot of time with him but it didn't deter him. As it
happened, I wasn't training on the Saturday as the pool wasn't available so
I had a whole day to relax. Rory took me back to his flat and we had a
great time. He was a bottom so enjoyed me fucking him. Since I was
versatile it suited me.
"Yeah, love the feel of your big black cock up my arse" he'd say as I gave
him a good roasting.
I'd sent a text to my dad to say I'd met a friend and would not be back
until the Saturday evening so Rory and I had the whole day together. We
spent most of it having sex but I enjoyed the relaxation from swimming or
teaching others. Now I'd got my qualification I had my own students
although I still helped Keith out in part payment for his services as my
trainer which was in addition to the small fee I gave him. He seemed happy
enough with the arrangement which was the main thing. Rory and I stayed
friends for a long time but neither of us were looking for a regular
boyfriend so it suited us both just to meet up every so often.
At last my first major competition came along. It was a county event so was
important. During the weeks leading up to it I trained every minute I
could. Although I knew I was in peak condition because apart from swimming
I also spent time in the gym, I was nervous when the day came for the
competition. Keith told me to relax so I did my best to do so. As usual,
once in the water I forgot my concerns and went for it. I won the
competition hands down and was over the moon. Reporters from the local
press were all round me and wanted interviews with me and Keith. It was
good publicity for both of us since he wanted to take on more competitive
swimmers and become a professional coach. My parents were also excited when
they saw my picture in the local papers and Michael was too.
Having done so well in my first major competition, others followed. I
sometimes wondered why I'd decided to follow this route because the work it
required was exhausting. At times I could hardly think straight because all
I did was swimming or work-outs in the gym. The only respite I had was when
I was giving young people swimming lessons. With my newly found public
recognition, I was rapidly being approached by parents who wanted to hire
me to coach their siblings. With Keith's help I managed to control that and
keep it manageable but some days when my own training had not gone well I
was tempted to give it all up and just concentrate on the swimming
instruction. The problem was, that one went with the other and I knew if I
gave up the competitive swimming then my fame as a teacher would diminish
so I was in a catch twenty-two position. Keith throughout this time
provided amazing support. He frequently took me back to his flat after a
particularly hard session of training. He'd sit me down on the sofa and put
his arms round me to comfort me.
"I know it's hard Sam but you can do it; you've just got to convince
yourself that you're good. You're a talented and personable guy". He then
added with a big grin "As well as being fucking gorgeous". As he said this
he placed a hand on my thigh and for a moment I thought he was going to
grope me but sadly he didn't. Had he done so I'd have been more than happy
because the more I got to know him, the more I liked him sexually and would
have jumped into bed with him if he'd given the sign I was looking for but
Keith was a professional and never mixed work with pleasure. Even so,
during that difficult period, I found he was a great comfort to me. I still
met guys at the gay bars and had a good time but I knew none of them were
right for a relationship. I was envious of Michael because I could see that
he loved Kirsty more than anything in the world and I ached to find someone
to do the same even though I knew my life as a swimmer would be difficult
for them.
It was a Saturday evening when things at home came to a head. I'd had
another gruelling day of training with Keith and I came home tired and
depressed.
"You need to find yourself a nice young girl to comfort you" my dad said. I
looked at him with open eyes. "Don't you ever meet any girls you fancy?"
"No" I replied sharply which made him frown at me. "You're out almost every
Friday night so I assume you go to the bars and clubs so surely you must
meet lots of nice girls. With your fame I bet they're all over you."
I said nothing for a moment but I could see he wasn't going to let the
matter drop so I decided to come clean.
"I'm not interested in girls."
He looked at me with a frown on his face and then smiled. "Ah, I see; why
didn't you tell us son; your mother and I don't mind who you have fun
with. I take it what you're saying is that you're..." He paused clearly not
able to say the word.
"Gay; is that what you're trying to say?"
"Well, yes; are you?"
"Yes dad I am; I've known I was from a very early age and have never liked
girls in that way."
He nodded as if he understood but I wasn't sure he really did.
"I'm gay dad and don't want a girlfriend; what I'd really like to find is a
boyfriend who can comfort me when I'm down and enjoy life with. Would you
and mum accept that? Would your mates accept that if they found out you had
a gay son because you know what the black community is like."
"Of course we would son; we love you and we want you to be happy whatever
your sexuality happens to be. As far as our friends are concerned I don't
give a fuck what they think; you're our son so it's none of their
business."
I was relieved to hear him say that and rushed over to where he was sitting
and hugged him. I hadn't done that for years and it felt good. Just then,
mum came into the room wondering what was going on so dad told her my news.
She shrugged and grinned. "Do you think I didn't know son?" she laughed.
Dad looked at her with amazement. "You never said" he chided her.
"Why should I? I decided it was up to Sam to tell us when he felt the time
was right but as far as I'm concerned, you're still my son so I don't give
a jot what you are. As long as you're happy then I'm happy."
I rushed over to her and gave her an equally big hug and kissed her on the
cheek. "Thanks mum."
"Does Michael know?" Dad suddenly asked. I told him he did and he'd known
for years.
When I went to bed that night I felt so relieved. The hurdle I'd been
dreading had been crossed without any problem. The following day when I
went to the pool for my next session with Keith, I told him my news and
that my parents accepted my sexuality.
"That's great news Sam but don't spread it around because if it becomes
public knowledge it will affect your career."
For a moment that took away my pleasure of being out with my parents. "Why
the fuck should the public bother whether or not I'm gay?"
"Just because homosexuality is more accepted now doesn't mean everyone is
happy about what people like us do. You're no doubt aware of the fierce
debates that go on in some quarters about gay marriage and the like, so I
strongly recommend that you keep it to yourself. Why do you think I never
talk about my sexuality? If parents knew their precious off-spring were
being taught by a poofter, then my number of students would no doubt
decline rapidly."
"It's not fucking fair" I growled.
"Life is not fucking fair but that's what we have to work with so get over
it."
I nodded as I stripped off and donned my swimming trunks. I could tell he
was admiring my naked body and smiled to myself.
"Have you not got a regular boyfriend?" he asked casually.
"No" I replied.
"I'm surprised because you're a very attractive guy and you have a lovely
personality; perhaps you're looking in the wrong places."
"Any suggestions?" I grinned as I walked with him out to the pool area.
I had another gruelling session with Keith but I felt content at the end of
it knowing I'd at last come out to my parents. My next task was to find a
guy to love.
3.
Several months later and following more successes at local swimming
competitions, I went to a gay bar I'd not been to before. Quite why I did,
I wasn't sure but something told me inside my head to try somewhere
else. I'd had several pick-ups at the usual bar I used and I still met up
with Rory on occasions but I knew he wasn't Mr Right and I also knew that
he wasn't interested in a relationship. He was happy for me to fuck him
every so often, but that's where it ended.
When I entered the new gay bar, I was disappointed because it was quiet. I
bought myself a drink knowing I had to be careful what I drank due to my
training and stood casually to one side. Several guys came in but none
looked at me or seemed the slightest bit interested. One or two were nice
but clearly not for me. Then a black guy walked in and our eyes met. He
smiled and my heart started thumping. There was something about him that
immediately clicked but I couldn't say what it was. I watched him buy his
drink and as he took his first sip he looked at me. He again smiled and
made his way over to me.
"Hi; not seen you in here before."
"First time" I said as we both sipped our drinks but had our eyes fixed on
each other.
"I'm Cody" he said and offered his hand.
"Sam" I replied and took hold of the proffered hand. I held it for what
seemed like ages but in reality was probably only a few seconds. Even so, I
felt my whole body shake with excitement; and I felt my cock react which
was unusual, at least so soon after meeting a guy.
We chatted for a while asking each other where we lived and what we did for
a living. He told me that he lived in Shepherds Bush and worked for a
marketing company. When he heard I was a competitive swimmer he became very
excited.
"Perhaps I could help with your marketing" he said.
"Not sure I'm at that stage yet" I grinned.
"It's never too early to start marketing" he explained.
I told him I didn't have much money at present since the coaching I did had
to pay for Keith's fee and other things.
"I'm sure we could come to an arrangement of some sort" he grinned clearly
coming on to me. I was more than happy for him to do so and encouraged
him. After another drink, a beer for him and a soft drink for me since
alcohol was definitely out for me, he invited me back to his flat in
Shepherds Bush.
"Wow; nice place" I commented when we entered it.
"Yeah; my gran died when I was twenty-one and left me some money so I used
it for a deposit to buy this place two years ago; I was lucky."
It was a one-bedroom flat with a good sized living room and a small kitchen
off that. The bathroom was not over large but contained the necessary
things including a shower. I envied him because I so wanted to find my own
place but knew I'd never be able to until I made serious money.
He offered me a drink and again I stuck to a non-alcoholic one whilst he
pulled out a lager for himself from his fridge. We sat next to each other
on a sofa sipping those for a few moments chatting about my life as a
competitive swimmer. He seemed really interested so I was happy to tell him
what he wanted to know. He then put his drink down and took mine from
me. He turned and pulled me into a kiss. The feel of his lips up against
mine felt wonderful and my body immediately reacted. We hugged and kissed
for several minutes enjoying each other's body.
He unbuttoned and unzipped me and I fought to stop my knees shaking. My
cock had tented my jeans but Cody stared into my face as he spread his hand
over my groin. I dug my fingers into the couch and could hear myself
breathing heavily. I tried to do it more quietly but failed.
"Want to give you a blowjob?" he said.
I nodded my approval and went back to kissing him. He then wrapped his
hands around the waist of my jeans. "Lift up" he whispered.
I pushed myself up and he dragged my jeans and briefs down to bunch around
my ankles. When he shoved up my T-shirt, I pulled it off. He stared at my
cock and my gaze dropped in case it had turned into the dick from hell but
it looked fine. The veins were dark and swollen, and a shiny pearl of
pre-cum had formed at the slit. I could feel the faint wash of air over my
groin as he exhaled and my cock twitched. He wrapped a finger and thumb
around the top of my dick and I inhaled sharply. One drag of a firm hand to
roll the foreskin all the way back from the head, and my balls tingled.
"Not sure I can hold back my groans and grunts" I giggled "I might even
yelp." He leaned forward and trailed his tongue down the crease of my
groin. The sensation of a hot mouth made my balls ache. "Jesus," I
whispered and slumped back.
"He's not here at the moment, and I'm not into threesomes" he chuckled
before tightening his grip at the base of my cock and pressed down on my
balls. He slowly dragged his other hand up the length of my dick. Then he
did it again. The same direction over and over until my fists clenched on
the couch, my toes curled in my shoes and goose bumps swarmed over my body
like ants. At this rate I was going to come before he even had me in his
mouth. I looked at his face and found him staring up at me. Without
breaking his gaze, he wrapped his mouth around the top of my shaft and
pressed his lips into the curve beneath.
"Oh yeah; there," I whispered. When he circled his tongue around the
sensitive cock head and dipped into the slit, I clenched my butt
cheeks. "More," I said with a low moan. He tightened his hold at the root
and worked the tip. Long and hard pulls, short and sweet sucks, changing
the rhythm just enough to drive me insane. "Harder," I gasped. My stomach
muscles tensed as I fought to keep myself in check and my mouth shut. He
raked his teeth down the length of my dick and I sucked back a cry. He
smiled as if he knew I was holding back. I guessed he wanted me to lose
control but I was still reserved when it came to sex.
"Oh fuck" I yelled as my cock throbbed in defiance. But not in defiance of
Cody and what he was doing. My cock craved Cody; was desperate for
Cody. When he wrapped his lips around it and fluttered his tongue over the
head, I knew I'd lost all control.
All I could think about was what he was doing; what I wanted him to do so
that I could come. He let my cock free from his mouth with a plop and
lapped up the shaft from where his fingers were still clamped around the
base all the way to the slick head.
Shit; why did his tongue look so sexy? Feel so sexy? He sucked hard at the
crest, let it slip free, then sucked again, scooping up pre-cum, and my
needs spun like an approaching tornado. Bigger, blacker, closer. I
frantically tried to keep my eyes open, wanting to watch the magic he was
doing on me. When I touched his head he stopped moving. I shifted my
fingers back to the couch and that fucking clever mouth started working
again. He licked, sucked and raked me with his teeth and never once relaxed
his grip at the root. My balls fucking throbbed. Every time I thought I was
on the point of coming, he did something different and my needs dropped a
gear before revving up again, harder, more insistent. Long deep sucks,
short fast licks, semi-painful nips; everything worked. It was the best
blowjob I'd ever had; not that I'd had that many but this was way better
than any others.
Cody triggered a few more synapses in my ride to completion. Seeing my cock
push out his cheek was like a whip on my flanks. Touching his cheek and
feeling my cock surge beneath the skin tipped me further. Then one of his
hands moved in conjunction with the top hand. Sweeping in different
directions and then in the same direction. Each move was slowly bringing me
off.
"Shit, shit." I couldn't breathe. I wasn't sure if I'd forgotten how or if
the air had been stolen from my lungs. I teetered on the edge of my orgasm
and he kept me there. With another hard clench around the base of my cock
to hold off the inevitable, he sucked my balls into his mouth and rolled
them from side to side.
"Oh fuck" I blurted. "Yes". The sensation edged on pain but stayed on the
side of pleasure. I verged on the point of catching fire, every cell
supercharged, a single strike away from combustion. Finally, he let me
reach my point of no return and I filled his mouth with cum.
When I'd finished he looked up at me with a satisfying grin. I grinned back
wondering whether I should offer to do the same to him but I was doubtful
that I could match the performance he'd given.
"Are you able to stay the night?" he asked with a hint of excited
expectation. I said I could if he was offering so I texted my dad to say
I'd not be home until the following day. Keith and I had decided not to
train on a Saturday because the pool was busier and it was difficult to
rope off a lane just for me. We'd also decided that I needed one day a week
free from training and to be fair, so did he.
Without saying anything Cody grabbed hold of my hand to lift me up from the
sofa. I kicked off my trainers along with the jeans and briefs round my
ankles guessing I'd not need those. He shucked his own clothes and tossed
them onto the sofa with mine and led me into the bedroom. Once in bed, we
embraced each other, pressing our naked bodies together. Soon our cocks
were hard and rubbing against each other.
"Can I fuck you?"
"Yeah" I gasped as I felt his long thick cock which was similar to mine. He
told me that he was versatile but was itching to fuck me. I certainly
wasn't going to argue with that so agreed.
"Are you clean? You know, do you get tested regularly?" he asked. I told
him I did even though I'd always used protection. "It's just that I hate
using fucking condoms; I know we should but I much prefer not to. Would you
be willing to dispense with them? I'll let you do the same if you want to
fuck me, because I'm versatile."
"Yeah, why not." I trusted him and he clearly trusted me so decided to blow
caution to the wind even though I knew the risks we were both taking.
He told me to turn over and go onto my knees. I did so and buried my head
into the pillow. He pulled my knees apart and my arse felt as if it was
open to the world. He pressed his face against my butt and ran his tongue
down the seam of my backside. I tipped back my head with a groan of utter
delight. He eased my buttocks apart and flicked his tongue over my hole. I
dropped my head into the pillow and found it hard to breathe. He pushed and
pressed his tongue against the ring of muscle and teased with just the
tip. The sensation was so exquisite that I shuddered with pleasure.
"Fuck; that feels so good" I muttered. He paused and then resumed, pressing
and circling his tongue into my hole. I smiled and it broadened as he
continued. My feelings were now beyond the use of words; he was fucking me
with his tongue. I could hear strange sounds gurgling out of my mouth. I
was so intent on what he was doing with his tongue. He'd now wrapped a hand
around my cock and worked in a syncopated rhythm, his tongue surging inside
me. "This is the guy I want as my boyfriend" I told myself as the action
continued. He not only had a great personality which I loved, but he was
fucking good at sex. I couldn't wait for his long thick cock to be inside
me.
I lost all sense of time. His art of rimming my arse was every bit as good
as the blowjob he'd given me. It made me realise how inexperienced I was
but I was willing to learn and I knew he'd make a fucking good teacher.
Suddenly I was aware of him pressing the big head of his cock up against my
entrance and slowly pushing it inside me. "Ah fuck" I yelled, "that feels
so good".
"Yeah; a fucking gorgeous arse to fuck" he groaned as the whole length made
its way inside.
I loved being fucked and over the past few months had experienced several
guys but there was something about Cody that made him special. I loved his
personality and the way he made love. It was very special. He also fucked
with feeling rather than just lust which made it that bit more special. As
he fucked, I knew I wanted to see more of him and so hoped he felt the same
way.
After several minutes of giving my arse a good roasting, I sensed he was
reaching his climax. With one loud "Ah" he filled me up with his beautiful
load of cum. I accepted it willingly even though I knew we were taking
risks by doing it bareback but I didn't care. I loved this guy and I so
hoped he loved me but only time would tell. He was everything I wanted in a
man; personable, funny; good to be with and good when it came to sex. I
just hoped I measured up to his requirements.
When he'd finished, he pulled out and we lay beside each other enjoying the
afterglow.
"Do you have anyone special in your life?" he asked after a few minutes.
"Nope" I replied. Well not until I met you I thought. "Do you?"
"No" he replied and then paused before turning his body to look into my
eyes. We both had brown eyes but his shone and I loved them. They sent a
thrill through my whole body. "Is that for a reason or have you not found
someone you'd like to make special?"
"The latter" I smiled. "What about you?"
"The same."
We again said nothing for a couple of minutes but gave each other a gentle
kiss on the lips. Oh how those lips of his made my whole body squirm with
excitement.
"I really like you Sam" he suddenly said.
"I really like you too" I replied with a big grin on my face. "Are you
suggesting we become boyfriends? Because if you are, then I for one am up
for that."
He grinned and nodded. "I certainly am and from what I can see you're
definitely up for it" he laughed. I looked down at my cock which was rock
hard again. "How about you give me a fuck with that gorgeous cock?"
I didn't need asking twice so I lifted his legs over his chest and having
lubricated my rod I pressed against the beautiful puckered hole in front of
me and slowly pushed in. It slipped in easily and once inside him it felt
so wonderful. There was no doubt that fucking bareback was so much better
than using protection.
"I hope to fuck you really are clean" I giggled as I slowly moved my cock
in and out of his arse.
"I definitely am; got tested last week. How about you?"
"About a month ago but I've used protection with every other guy I've had
sex with but to be safe I'll test again on Monday."
Cody said he'd do the same and if we were to become regular boyfriends then
he'd only have sex with me. I agreed to do the same since I'd decided that
once I found the right guy, then I'd not have sex with any other.
"I love the way you fuck" he commented as I slowly fucked his arse enjoying
every stroke. I smiled and continued do so until I could feel my climax
rising yet again. I increased the pace until I felt my whole body shake
with excitement and my load of creamy cum filled him up. When I was done, I
collapsed on top of him and we kissed. It was intense, far more so than
previous kisses. It was as if we were sealing our new relationship and that
made me very happy.
When I woke the following morning I found Cody's arm round me. It felt good
to have a hot naked body beside me and I dreamt of having this for the
future. I knew I had to take things slowly so said nothing but even so, it
gave me a good feeling. I caressed his sleeping body and felt down
below. Like me, he was rock hard so I slipped beneath the cover and took
his morning erection into my mouth. As I gently sucked, I felt up and down
his crack. He stirred but didn't wake; at least he gave no sign of doing
so. I grabbed the lube that we'd left on the bedside table, squirted some
on my finger and gently slipped it inside him. As I fingered him, I slowly
sucked his cock. The thought of doing this to him every morning, filled me
with joy.
When I'd sucked and licked his cock up and down for several minutes, I
turned my attention to his balls. They were beautiful spheres and each one
fitted into my mouth perfectly. All the while I fingered him, dipping my
digit further and further in feeling for his special spot. He started
stirring and let out small groans of pleasure.
"Fuck me; please fuck me" he pleaded.
I smiled and moved behind him so I could insert my hard cock and continue
massaging his which was still rock hard. My fingering had opened him up so
the head of my cock slipped in with ease.
"Ah fuck; yes" he yelled which encouraged me to push further inside until
the whole length of my long black cock was inside him. As I fucked, I
massaged his. "Oh god; that feels so fucking beautiful" he muttered.
I kept the action going for a long time, not wanting it to end but
eventually I felt my seed rising and I knew I'd soon be filling him
up. After a couple more minutes, I did just that and he filled my hand with
his beautiful load of cum. For several more moments I kept my cock deep
inside him as I kissed the back of his neck.
"Good morning" I grinned.
"Morning; I take it you'll be here every morning to do that" he giggled.
I was tempted to say I'd love to but wasn't sure if he really meant
it. We'd only known each other for a few hours and I was well aware of how
things could change once the immediate flush of excitement had gone.
We showered together, which was nice because the cubicle was large enough
for two, and as we did so we massaged each other's cocks yet again until we
were spilling our loads of creamy cum all over each other. After breakfast,
he asked if I could stay for the day. I said I could as I had no training
that day but couldn't stay the night since I was training early on the
Sunday morning.
"Did you really mean what you said last night about wanting someone special
in your life?" he asked.
I said I did and for me, he was that special person. He smiled at me and
said he felt the same so it was agreed we'd be boyfriends.
When I left we agreed to meet up again one evening during the week for a
meal as Shepherds Bush was just thirty minutes away from where I
lived. When I arrived at the pool the following morning, Keith immediately
noticed the change in me.
"Are you in love?" he grinned. I said I was and had met the man of my
dreams. "Just don't let it interfere with or affect your training" he
replied gruffly. For a moment I was sad because I was expecting him to
enjoy my happiness but as I was to find out, nothing interfered with
training.
Cody and I met up as planned and had a wonderful time together. Our love
for each other was just as strong as it had been that first night
together. He was a brilliant cook and I enjoyed our meal. Cooking was
something I'd not done since my mother cooked everything and she too was
good.
After our meal we made out on the bed. I'd have loved to stay the night but
I couldn't be home late because I had another early training session the
following morning. If I turned up for that tired, Keith would give me
hell. His need for me to do well was as large as mine.
Instead, we kissed and explored each other's body. Desire raced through me
like a fever. Lust, need, went rampaging through my body until my breathing
turned noisy. I dropped my hand to his lower back and held him close. My
hand slid to his butt and we bucked together, shoved, banged, rutted, our
hips clashing, our cocks kissing, our breathing ragged, whilst my heart
pounded harder and harder. Cody was testing my control. I wanted more than
bringing us both off with his hand. Part of my brain was telling me to push
him onto his stomach to fuck him.
He moved his hand faster, pulling me even closer so we were plastered
together head to toe. I watched him come, observed the change in his face,
the lost look in his eyes before they closed, the gap between his lips and
the way they tightened as he fought not to cry out. Next time I wanted to
hear him lose it and feel him unravel. Wet heat flooded my hand as he
convulsed against me and, tempting as it still was to spin him face down,
it was enough to trigger my own release and I spurted long and powerfully
between us until our bellies were a hot sticky mess. Fuck. I'd not come so
hard for a long while.
The following morning, I attended my training session with Keith but this
time kept my happiness well hidden. On the Friday evening I made my way to
Shepherds Bush and spent another wonderful night and Saturday with Cody.
Over the next few months I competed in several swimming competitions and
did well in all of them, achieving first place in most. Cody and I spent
every Friday night and Saturday together, sometimes going to the gay bars
and clubs before going back to his place for wonderful sex. By now, I was
very much in love with him and he was with me. We talked about my erratic
life as a competitive swimmer but he was prepared to accept all that
entailed; the long hours of training and the irregular hours of
competitions.
My parents soon realised I'd found someone special and they were happy for
me, as was Michael who I told all about Cody and what a wonderful guy he
was. My mother then said it was about time I brought Cody home so the
family could meet him. I wasn't sure but when I mentioned it to Cody he
jumped at the offer. So, having spent another wonderful Friday night with
him, on the Saturday I took him home to meet my parents. Even Michael
wanted to meet him so he and Kirsty joined the family for lunch.
I was so afraid they'd not like Cody or he might not like them but my fears
were unfounded since they all loved him, including my dad who welcomed him
with open arms. When Cody explained that he'd been rejected by his own
parents on learning about his sexuality, my father welcomed him into our
family even more.
"Well son, you can consider yourself a member of this family now; anyone
Sam loves is loved by us too."
Cody was overcome with emotion and to be honest so was I. As usual, mum
laid on a wonderful meal which Cody enthused over. He'd also brought
flowers for her and chocolates for dad so he certainly did his utmost to
fit in and he was welcomed with open arms. From thereon, he frequently
attended meals and after one particular competition which he attended with
mum and dad as usual, he was invited to stay overnight. The fact that he
was sleeping with me, didn't cause any sign of disapproval from either mum
or dad so I was more than pleased.
It was a month later that my big break came along. Out of the blue, a
county swimming club offered to sponsor me having recognised my
potential. I agreed on the basis that Keith could continue to be my trainer
because I owed him so much and he was good at his job. It was also good for
him so we both gained. The swimming pool we'd be using was specifically for
competitive swimmers, which was an added advantage. It also meant we could
concentrate more on my initial dives into the pool and my turns which was
often difficult to practice in the public pool. In addition, I was training
in the presence of other competitive swimmers which provided a higher
benchmark for me. Some had even gone onto Olympic standard so that was also
in my mind because my aim was to be at the top.
The following few months were hectic with my training at the new pool and
the coaching I was doing for youngsters at my local pool but Cody supported
me all the way irrespective of the cost to him which often meant I couldn't
spend a whole Saturday with him. But, one thing I insisted on was that we
met up every Friday evening and I spent the night with him. Our lovemaking
became even better, if that was possible and often we'd spend all evening
naked in bed, well into the early hours. Because the pool I was now using
for training didn't have problems with Saturday training, I'd often train
on those days as well leading up to an important competition.
Then came a particularly key competition. It was one I'd dreamt of
competing in for years but had never felt I was good enough. With the
backing of the swimming club and Keith, it was decided I was ready although
the training was almost killing me. As usual, Cody was urging me on so
somehow I managed it but without his unerring love and support, I don't
think I could have done it.
Finally, the day arrived and as usual I was nervous but Cody was there for
me. My parents had invited him to stay the night both before and after the
event.
"Is Cody coming with you to the competition?" Keith asked.
"Of course, I need his support."
"Okay, but don't let on you're a couple. The press can make a meal out of
that kind of information which could affect your career."
I was gutted by Keith's remarks. For a gay man to say such a thing really
upset me but I was determined not to let it do so and I didn't tell Cody
either because I didn't want to upset him. We were now very much a couple
and if the public and the swimming fraternity couldn't accept it then that
was their problem. We loved each other very much and were happy for anyone
to know.
The competition went like a dream and I won every heat so came out on
top. The audience went mad with excitement and as I accepted my gold medal,
I saw Cody applauding me which made me very happy.
Immediately afterwards, I was contacted by a local television company who
wanted an interview with me. Keith was also invited so we made our way to
the studio for a live interview. I was nervous but once again Cody was
there with mum and dad in the audience which made me feel better.
"Don't forget Sam" Keith whispered before we went on, "no mention of your
sexuality".
I was again annoyed about being told that I had to keep quiet about the man
I loved but we were told by the production assistant that we were on so I
walked on set with a smile on my face and waved to the audience knowing
that Cody was there for me.
The interview went well and fortunately I wasn't asked about my love life
so all was well. After the show was over, I found Cody and we kissed full
on the lips not caring who saw us.
"You were brilliant my love; fucking brilliant."
I was overwhelmed by his praise and gave him another kiss. What I didn't
know, was that a local photographer was present and captured our kiss on
camera, but even when I realised, it didn't bother me. By this time Keith
had left so didn't see it.
4.
A few days later, when I attended training at the pool, I sensed something
was wrong with Keith. Before I had time to change into my speedos, he
thrust his iPad in my face.
"I told you to keep your love life to yourself" he shouted. I looked at the
article he showed me and saw a photo of me and Cody kissing with the
headline, `Gay swimmer wins a gold at regional competition'.
"So what; I'm gay as are you" I shouted back. It was the first time I'd
ever shouted at Keith because up to now I respected him but his attitude
over the gay issue annoyed me. As a result, the training session didn't go
well. When I got home, mum could see I was upset and consoled me. I called
Cody and he too was upset for me.
"Tell Cody he's welcome to come over for a meal and stay the night if he'd
like to" mum called out. I did and he said he'd be straight over. I
couldn't wait.
When he arrived and given mum some flowers, we fell into each other's arms
and kissed. She just smiled and left us to it.
"Don't let it upset you my love; I'm sure Keith is overreacting."
I smiled and gave him another kiss. "I love you so much."
"And I you" he replied and then whispered "and I'll show you how much when
we go to bed".
"Can't wait" I grinned and when mum wasn't looking I felt his crotch.
He kept his promise and we had a wonderful night. When I went to the pool
the following morning I felt on top of the world but my relationship with
Keith had taken a step back. The comments from readers on the photo had
been mixed. The majority said `good for Sam' but a few made the usual
homophobic comments so overall I wasn't bothered.
It was several days later that I was called in to see the manager of the
swimming team.
"Sit down please Sam" he told me and I immediately sensed something was
wrong.
"I'm afraid I have bad news for you. The committee has decided they can't
continue your sponsorship."
"Why?"
"It's the publicity about your sexuality."
I was shocked. So much for equality. "So I assume they don't approve of Tom
Daley then" I replied.
"Probably not but they're not sponsoring him and unfortunately for you
there are several members on the committee who are, shall we say, somewhat
behind the times when it comes to homosexuality."
"You mean they're homophobic" I replied.
"Deeply religious" he smiled "but I for one would like to wish you every
success for the future".
I thanked him and we shook hands. I could tell he was just as annoyed as I
was but had to follow orders. When I went to find Keith I sensed he already
knew.
"I did warn you Sam."
"Fuck them" I shouted and walked off.
"We can go back to training at the local pool" he said as I walked away
from him but I wasn't in the mood to discuss the matter. All I wanted, was
to see the guy I loved with all my heart. On my way to the tube, I called
Cody even though I knew he was at work. By the time I'd finished telling
him the news I was crying.
"Go to my flat and I'll see you there." He said he'd get time off from work
due to an emergency. Having a relatively senior position in the firm, he
knew he could swing it. I thought of calling mum but knew she wouldn't be
home because she worked part-time so I got the tube to Shepherds Bush.
When I arrived, Cody was already home. I fell into his arms and cried my
heart out. I knew that my dream of becoming a top class swimmer was
over. He hugged, kissed and consoled me for several minutes before saying
anything. "What will you do?"
"I'm giving up; if they don't want a gay on their team they can take a
running jump. I'm fed up with them and the endless training. Cody held me
tight and said nothing. I knew the eternal training had been hard on our
relationship but he'd stood by me. I decided I'd had enough.
That night I stayed with Cody having called mum and dad to tell them the
news. Dad was just as annoyed and when I said I was giving up my dream of
being a competitive swimmer and becoming a full-time coach he supported
me. Mum told me not to be too hasty and think it through when I'd calmed
down but I'd made my mind up and I could see that Cody was happy knowing
we'd be able to live a normal life together.
"If you stick to being a coach, would that mean more regular hours?"
I said it would since I'd be freelance so could decide my own hours within
reason.
"Would you consider moving in with me so we can share our life together? I
love you Sam and I'd love to wake up with you beside me every morning.
I'd often thought the same but it was Cody's home so I had no right to make
the suggestion and I knew I couldn't afford to buy a place of my own or
even go halves with him.
I pulled him into my arms and kissed him. "That's the best offer I've had
all day. Yes, I'd love to move in with you if you're willing to have me;
and I love you too; more than you could ever imagine."
The next few minutes were spent kissing each other. He then held my face in
his hands and looked into my eyes.
"When could you move in?" he grinned.
"This weekend?"
"Perfect; I'll come to your house on Saturday morning and help you."
That gave me two days to sort out my new life and tell Keith that I no
longer required his services. As we talked, Cody looked up on his iPad what
swimming pools were in the area of Shepherds Bush. There were several but
as he searched he came across one located beneath a hotel in Kensington. He
clicked on their website and there was an advert for someone to coach
private clients.
"You should apply; someone with your experience and status in the world of
competitive swimming would be ideal."
I laughed and said I doubted they'd be interested in a dropout.
"Tell them the truth; tell them that your sponsors have dropped you because
of your sexuality. With your number of medals, they'll jump at the
opportunity of having you on board for their prestigious clients."
I wasn't sure, but Cody convinced me to at least apply. He set to and
produced a CV for me and when it was finished, even I was impressed. He
also suggested the rates I should charge and typed them out. Finally, he
designed and printed business cards for me. When he'd finished, he called
the manager on my behalf, introducing himself as my business manager. When
he heard who Cody was representing he immediately arranged for me to attend
the following morning.
"His name is Jeremy and was almost wetting himself with excitement" Cody
laughed when he came off the phone. I was still stunned, especially having
heard him tell the manager why I was available. "His comment was `more fool
them' so clearly he doesn't have any problems with gays."
We had our meal and afterwards I went home since I needed smart clothes for
my meeting with Jeremy the following morning. When I told mum and dad my
news, they were delighted. My dad also had choice words to say about the
homophobic sponsors but that was water under the bridge; well hopefully.
The following morning, I made my way to Kensington and reported to
reception. Everywhere was very smart; far more so than my local pool and
the one from where I'd been chucked out.
"I'll let Mr Hughes know you're here sir" the receptionist said and asked
me to take a seat. I sat and fidgeted with the folder I was holding until a
guy in his mid-forties appeared. He came straight over, introduced himself
as Jeremy Hughes and led me to his office. He first congratulated me on my
recent gold medal and as we talked it was obvious he was gay since he
mentioned his husband on several occasions. I began to feel more at ease so
by the time he'd given his less than positive view on my ex sponsors, I
felt totally relaxed. Once he was satisfied that I no longer had a yearning
to be a competitive swimmer and make it to the top, he talked about the
position of coach. I'd be employed on a basic contract to provide security
for me and continuity for them, I'd then be free to charge the customer for
the coaching I provided. When he heard the level of fee I'd be charging, he
was more than satisfied. Since these were higher than I was currently
charging, I was more than happy.
"We'd be delighted to have you on board Sam, so the position is yours if
you're interested but first let me show you the pool and the facilities."
My heart was thumping with excitement as I followed him down to the pool. I
knew I was going to accept, whatever they were like, but said nothing. As
expected, the 25 metre pool and everything else was perfect. He then took
me into what would be my office which overlooked the pool and which had its
own personal changing area with shower. We then discussed what hours I'd do
and agreed upon a four-day week with two of those offering an early evening
slot for those who wished to be coached after they'd finished work, and
alternative Saturday mornings. Considering the number of hours that I'd
been training, these were mild by comparison but it would mean I'd be with
Cody far more, which is what I wanted so I accepted the post.
Jeremy was delighted and shook my hand to seal the deal. "Would you like to
try the pool out? I have a pair of speedos you can use."
Since I could never turn down an opportunity to swim, I said I'd love to,
although I did wonder whether it was just a ruse to see me at close hand in
my swimming trunks. He'd said that he and his husband had been present at
my last competition so I knew he'd seen me in action.
Within a few minutes I'd changed into the speedos he'd provided and
ventured out to the pool where he was waiting. I dived in and swam four
lengths before getting out. The thrill of swimming never left me so I was
beaming when I emerged.
"Magnificent" Jeremy enthused as I climbed out of the pool. Whilst I was
towelling myself down with the towel he'd provided a woman with a young lad
came up to us.
"Are you Sam Turay the competitive swimmer?"
"He is" Jeremy said proudly, "he's our new swimming coach".
The woman became very excited and turned to her son. "How would you like to
be coached by a gold medal winner?" The lad looked glassy eyed and nodded
excitedly so Jeremy told her to report to me on Monday morning which was my
first day. Since I had no contract at the other pool, I could leave that
whenever I wished. I'd contact the three students I was currently coaching
and suggest they came to my new venue. I knew at least two would follow me
and Keith could take over the other if he wasn't prepared to come to
Kensington where the facilities were far superior.
By the time I'd showered and changed, Jeremy had produced a formal offer
letter and a contract. I read it through and decided to sign it on the spot
since I was perfectly sure that I was making the right decision. After I'd
left him, I sent a text to Cody telling him the news. He replied saying how
delighted he was and would call me that evening. I went home and told my
mum who was equally delighted. When dad came home, he was too so I felt so
happy. I now had the unenviable task of calling Keith to tell him the news.
"I'm very disappointed Sam because you could have made it the top."
"Maybe but I'm gay and I have no intention of hiding that fact like you
do. I'm also black which I suspect also came into the equation with the
sponsors."
He said nothing so I assumed he agreed. He asked what I was going to do and
when I said I was now the swimming coach at the prestigious pool in
Kensington he gasped. I had the feeling he was envious but all he said was
`good luck' and that he'd let the other pool know that I'd no longer be
using their facilities. He didn't ask about the three students I had, all
of whom had texted back to say they'd love to continue with me at the new
venue despite it being more expensive. That was the last time I ever spoke
to Keith but before I ended the call I thanked him for what he'd done for
me since without his help I'd never have achieved what I had.
Mum and dad were really excited about my new job, and that I'd given up the
gruelling training routine that Keith had me on. In addition, I was
starting a new life with my lover so they said they wanted to hold a family
get together to celebrate. Michael and Kirsty, plus Cody of course, were
therefore invited for a meal the following evening which was the day before
I was leaving home for good. Mum also invited Cody to stay the night since
he was helping with my move.
I spent the Friday sorting through my things and packing what I was taking
so by the time Cody arrived I was ready. When he'd given mum a kiss plus
the flowers he always brought her, and given dad a bottle of whiskey, I
took him up to the room which had been my personal space ever since Michael
left to get married. Once inside with the door closed, I pulled him onto
the bed. I kissed and hugged him and he did the same to me.
"I love you so much" I said once I'd finished kissing, "and I'm so happy to
be starting a new life with you."
"So no regrets about giving up your dream to reach the top of the swimming
ladder?"
"Nope; the dream I've always had has come true and that's to be with you."
I saw tears in his eyes as he kissed me and my heart jumped with joy.
"You've made me the happiest man in the world; okay, I would have stood by
you had you wanted to continue the competitive swimming route but to be
honest, I'm even happier that you're not."
His comments confirmed my belief that I'd made the right decision to ditch
the high dreams even though they'd been thwarted by a bunch of homophobes
who if the truth be known, were racist as well. By the time we returned
downstairs to greet Michael and Kirsty we both had erections but hopefully
they didn't show. As usual my brother gave me a big hug and a kiss before
doing the same to Cody.
We all had a wonderful evening and dad proposed a toast to me and Cody
wishing us every happiness in our new life together. When the evening
ended, Cody and I went to bed and made passionate love.
The following morning, I said my goodbyes to mum and dad promising to keep
in touch and visit regularly whilst Cody arranged a taxi to get my stuff to
my new home. I had two large suitcases of clothes and three cardboard boxes
of other items. Cody had never needed a car so didn't have one even though
he could drive, which was more than I could.
Once home, we unpacked and put everything away in its new place. When all
was done, it looked as if I'd been there for years. He pulled me into a
kiss and you can guess where that led. Once naked in bed, we made love. He
fucked me and I fucked him in between rimming and sucking. I felt so happy
and I was certain he did too.
I found my life as a full-time swimming coach satisfied me more than I'd
imagined. I enjoyed the variety that the different students I was coaching
provided and I was able to swim whenever I wanted when I was not
coaching. Much to my surprise, I was contacted by a local school a few
weeks after I'd commenced at the new pool and asked if I'd be their
official school swimming coach. They sent a different group of students
three times a week so it filled my working week perfectly.
Somehow the local press had got hold of the story that my sponsorship had
been withdrawn and I'd given up competitive swimming so I had a reporter
contact me. He wanted to know why and I was tempted to say `because I'm
black and gay' but didn't. Instead I just said they'd decided they could no
longer support me so that was the end of that and I'd decided to give up
competitive swimming.
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